// with our one foot in the grave //
“Ugh.” A groan slips past his too sharp teeth, exhaling a sigh on the edge of another laugh as the other man tucks his head in against his neck. “My ego, Danta.” He drawls with an air of dramatics fit for anyone attempting to have a pity party.
As for writing things down on paper to scorch, he fully expects Danta to deny it outright. There’s clear surprise that flickers across his face that the Maverick would likely feel as opposed to see, and he snorts lightly. “So long as they are not shaped like me, I can deal with that.” Comes another playful tease, fingertips threading blonde hair back from his face before he takes a page out of Danta’s book and slips some of the fire from the fireplace toward threading into the golden hair in streaks of fiery gold. “I am intrigued to see your origami skills.”
As for writing things down on paper to scorch, he fully expects Danta to deny it outright. There’s clear surprise that flickers across his face that the Maverick would likely feel as opposed to see, and he snorts lightly. “So long as they are not shaped like me, I can deal with that.” Comes another playful tease, fingertips threading blonde hair back from his face before he takes a page out of Danta’s book and slips some of the fire from the fireplace toward threading into the golden hair in streaks of fiery gold. “I am intrigued to see your origami skills.”
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
